When you’re five, it feels like a lifetime; those last two weeks before Christmas. Popsicle stick Christmas trees painted green litter the windows of your classroom and you pour over that Christmas list again, again and again. Your letter to Santa starts to turn into a gentle threat letter as the anticipation for your Christmas presents morphs your desire into a more desperate need than you’ve ever known at 5 years old. Tongue stained red from candy canes and the buzz of Christmas Carols--it’s magic.